I still feel the same way.

-tell the story of his wife

Text/Meng Xin Ugly Year Lunar March 13

Time flies like lightning, and inadvertently my youth is covered with silver. Looking back on the love life of that year, it seems to be singing a sweet ballad. Time is the best starter of love, and it gets deeper and deeper as time goes by.

When I was young, I relied on my wife and entered the age of knowing my destiny. But because I moved to a different place, I had no choice but to separate, so I had more worries and more ideas. Being single in the office for a long time, I am used to loneliness and loneliness.

After retirement, I went home again, because home is where I raise my wife. If the days without a wife are lonely, then the days with a wife are sweet. Life is like a glass of boiled water, and a wife is sugar.

At that time, I took her home, 65 yuan, a pair of wool serge pants and a pair of trousers, each with a fried cake. She became the second daughter-in-law of the Meng family. To tell the truth, even in those days, it was extremely cheap. I have always called my wife "my woman" after marriage, and I have also called her "wife" in recent years. I feel very comfortable when I get used to it.

My wife has a hard time.

My wife is from Zhangjiakou, Hebei Province. She is an old pimple at home, and her parents dote on her. Just turned 6 years old, her mother died, and she didn't know what it meant to lose her maternal love. All I know is pestering my father and asking my mother when she will come home. The sadness and helplessness on my father's face can only be prevaricated by white lies. Father has a great responsibility, afraid that she will be looked down upon by her stepmother, and she has never remarried, and her father and daughter live together. She grew up gradually, no longer vaguely immersed in the realm of innocence, and real life constantly honed her early understanding. In the eyes of others, she simply can't see that she is a childless child.

Girls' feelings are streams, clouds and flowers; Bright colors and picturesque scenery. /kloc-When she was 0/2 years old, her father was seriously ill. Unfortunately, she was once again shrouded in black wings, and her beautiful girlhood was fleeting. She dropped out of school reluctantly to take care of her father. In those days, she stayed up late to take care of her father, even unaware of the alternation of day and night, and concentrated all her energy on her father's cold face. However, death did not show mercy to anyone, and my father was still pulled to the road of death.

In the dark night, there was only her and her dead father in the empty old house. Her screams pierced the stiff night sky. She hugged her father's warm head and shouted, "Dad! Damn it! How can I live without you! " All the neighbors who came here one after another shed tears for the poor child. With the help of her uncles and aunts, she put on mourning clothes for her father in tears, and a thin layer of cloth isolated two worlds that would never be connected. She knew in her heart that the sky her father had propped up for herself had collapsed. Now that my father is gone, I am not a child. She can't ask the truth, and she is no longer loved like her father. In the future, she will swing in the wind and rain by herself.

I buried my father, left school, bid farewell to my parents who were buried underground, looked at my hometown with infinite attachment, and took my brother's hand step by step to live in a strange place. People, especially minors, are so strange. Once they lose their parents, their dignity will disappear. From the first day she entered the elder sister-in-law's door, she dared not stand in front; Go, dare not trot; Say, dare not loudly, took the job involuntarily glanced at my sister-in-law's eyes, everything became a passive Nuo Nuo, three points short. She is not afraid of hardship, and her only wish is to continue studying, but that is impossible, because her selfish brother and sister-in-law just tilt the scales to their children. "You see, who brought the child? Who does housework? Who cooks tea and rice? " Sister-in-law cruelly broke her dream of reading with a series of "Ah".

From then on, she became an out-and-out little servant, and she did everything for the whole family. Three children crawled and grew up on her. She buried her tears, grievances and disappointments in her heart and never showed them. She spoke carefully and spared no effort to work to win the favor of her brother and sister-in-law and avoid being laughed at. This is her highest hope. She longs for freedom and often asks herself, when will this day end? In her sleep, she became a happy bird, flying freely in the blue sky. When I woke up, my pillow was wet with tears, and I repeated my daily work after getting up.

She is like a lamb, lonely, lonely and hesitant, as if she is the only one in the world; She longs for a relative to hold her and cry, so that she can tell a carefree story; She is full of words and tears, but she has nowhere to vent; She is like a white cloud, floating in the wind; Like a top, she was whirled by an invisible whip. She had a premonition that more sufferings and misfortunes were waiting for her, and this premonition hung over her pure heart like a shadow. Since then, she has become more reticent. In those unfavorable years, she learned the skills of embroidery, sewing and cooking tea. She is a good hand at living at home. He has developed the virtue of sincerity and tolerance and is a model among children of the same age.

Who says there are beautiful women in the city? I don't believe there are beautiful girls in town. In six years, she was like the wings of an eagle, and matured earlier than other children of the same age. Her body is mature, like a bride to be married; Mature, like a well-informed woman. She is strong and beautiful, without any artificial carving and decoration; The simplicity and composure of cultivation make the inner world unfathomable.

My wife attaches great importance to love.

We first met at the cinema in town. I 17 years old and she 15 years old. In a crowded movie, I was hit in the back. I turned my head and attacked, but I was shocked by her beauty. Set it at that time and space immediately. My eyes are probably a little obscene. She blushed, lowered her head and left in a hurry. I can't help following her. She was absorbed in watching the movie, while I looked at her from head to toe.

She is of medium height and has strong limbs. Round face, slightly purple and fine; A pair of big fluffy eyes are like shiny jet, which implies soft light and kind expression; Red lips are like two petals with dew, and a smile reveals neat white teeth; Black and smooth hair, tied with two croissants, just covers the ears and hangs over the shoulders, which is even more lovely. Her symmetrical posture and calm manner reveal nobility and beauty.

My heart is pounding in an instant. I have nothing to worry about when I watch movies. Seeing her is enough. Look carefully again, her curved fine eyebrows are sometimes slightly wrinkled, with infinite bitterness and pity; A pair of eyes as pure as spring water reveals a trace of sadness, and there is a slight depression on the edge of the slightly concave mouth. I read her childhood misfortune in her eyes. She watched the movie so intently and infatuated, completely rejecting all external interference, and her greedy eyes wandered with the screen of the curtain. Until the end, I didn't look around, as if she was alone in the auditorium, ignoring me by her side. I don't know where she came from. A mysterious stranger left such a wonderful influence on herself.

As a teenager, my mind is as pure as a blank sheet of paper. I vaguely know whether men and women give or receive, but I don't know what love is and I haven't tasted it. I just think she is solemn and kind, and her beautiful horns break my heart. ...

After the movie, I watched her back disappear into the night, and I lost sleep that night. Since then, I have been in a daze for several days. No matter how wide my vision is, her face always shakes in front of my eyes. No matter how long my thoughts are, her sadness always churns in my mind. Several friends saw my abnormality and screamed, "This guy loves that woman!" "Love, what's the matter with love? Who doesn't love beautiful people? " Beauty is pleasing to the eye, which is the secular desire of ordinary people. Who wants to be with ugliness? Even the ugly bell ringer quasimodo in Notre Dame likes the beautiful Esmeralda. I'm better than quasimodo.

Only once we met, her appearance was branded in my heart like a seal. No matter what occasion, as long as she appears, she immediately enters my sight, and I can't help but get close to her and haunt her like a ghost. At the same time, I feel that as long as she is around, my eyes don't want to see anyone or anything. It seems that the body and mind are sucked in by those beautiful black eyes, and I only feel a burst of happiness.

A year later, I embarked on the journey of receiving re-education and left her in my heart. Mud and sweat diluted my reverie. To tell the truth, I forgot about her.

The second time I saw her was after I went back to work in the city, but it was at her brother and sister's house. She looked at me in surprise, hesitated, then calmed down and pretended as if nothing had happened. This unexpected encounter made me excited and at a loss. I don't need to spend time, just take a look and her image will roll over in my mind several times. She is as beautiful and solemn as ever. She watched me secretly while taking care of the children. I was nourished by her expression and felt a little heavy. I sat like a hooligan and didn't want to leave. I didn't know what to say.

By chance, the wire that was once broken was reconnected. God bless, I met her again and rekindled the flame of our first acquaintance. I feel excited and full of illusions about the future. Fantasies always come out of thin air, and I began to construct a sad story of castles in the air. In spring, we fell in love at first sight; How to walk hand in hand in autumn when leaves rustle; In that snowy winter, we finally got together and lived happily ever after, just like Prince Charming and the beautiful princess in fairy tales.

Some men like to look at a woman's face, thinking that God's most proud masterpiece is posted on it; Some men like to look at women's feet, which are small and exquisite, and people can't help but want to pinch them. Some men like to look at a woman's waist, shaking it three times at a time, shaking out 10 thousand kinds of amorous feelings; Some men like to see a woman's back, graceful and charming, arousing infinite reverie ... I think she always shoots from head to toe in order to appreciate it in all directions. Unfortunately, it didn't last long. A few months later, with the transfer of work, I left this small town that haunted me. Busy with work, I forgot her again.

I saw her again, in the East Auditorium of the Flag Revolutionary Committee, when it was the all-flag cultural performance. It seems that God's gift and fate have brought us together for the third time.

This time I spoke to her boldly and actively, and she blushed and smiled at me. We love each other and acquiesce in each other. At that time, the relationship was relatively hidden, and I was shy for fear of being discovered.

Our love is very simple, like a glass of water without any impurities, not to mention any infatuation with tenderness and beauty, and any admiration for handsomeness and freedom, but I think she is hardworking, simple and dignified; She likes me lively, enterprising, honest and decent; She lamented that the world was cold, and I lamented that human feelings were warm and cold, so I fell in love harmoniously and the concentration of feelings deepened day by day. I just know that she has been thinking about me and has never forgotten me.

She is really an open-minded woman, and her heart is so kind and understanding. She is so persistent about the feelings between men and women that she has no intention of blasphemy; Although she has no relatives, she has no bones to beg for mercy. She didn't give in to her brother's rough interference and didn't care about the teasing of the world. The person she likes, the feelings she is brewing, and the reasons she is looking for will not change easily. Really a strong-willed woman full of affection and ambiguity. She is enough to move me and love me all my life.

My wife is very kind.

The goodness of a wife is not only engraved on her face, but also cast in her heart. Sometimes it hurts. One moonlit night, I said to her, "The whole world says you are a bird of the phoenix, with flowers in cow dung." She smiled implicitly and said, "whether it's flowers or cow dung, we'll live at home from now on and don't have to observe our appearance every day." I don't care. " I said, "Cow dung is nutritious and will make your flowers more colorful." She smiled and said, "I hope so."

Gentle moonlight, like a sickle, happily harvests our love. Without a beautiful wedding dress, a wedding car, a festive banquet or even congratulations from relatives, she naturally became my woman. Marriage without love is unfortunate, and marriage without a house is even more unfortunate. I don't have a house, only a widow mother and three underage siblings. However, kind-hearted she didn't complain, sympathized with my experience, considerate of my family, and silently endured everything.

A few months after my marriage, the construction of rural power was over and I went home. She asked me out for a walk and timidly said to me, "We have to have a house, too ..." Her voice trailed off like a mosquito buzzing and her hands rubbed uneasily. I carefully considered the words, not only afraid of hurting and desecrating her innocent feelings, but also trying to make the words clear, "You ...? "She didn't look at me, like a frightened deer, subconsciously grabbing the right corner of her lower skirt and rubbing it around. For a moment, she was a little absent-minded.

I looked up and suddenly saw tears overflow from her lashed eyes, like a lake overflowing from rain and fog. Tears swirled in her eyes, crystal clear. I immediately lowered my head to avoid her eyes. If I stay in her eyes for one more second, I'm sure I can't help crying. I lowered my head, bit my lip, and fiddled blindly with a broken tile under my feet, suppressing my emotions. I felt a hot and sour stream flowing back from my nose into my throat, and my heart ached terribly.

I hardly thought about anything, so I firmly said to her, "Come with me! There will be houses and children. " She smiled through tears, smiling sweetly, and her blushing face was full of youthful brilliance. I found her so charming for the first time. I impulsively opened my arms to her and she threw herself into my arms. Her plump and towering heart beats frequently under the nipple, licking my bony chest like a lamb's tender tongue. ...

The first snow in winter is always exciting. The noise of spring, summer and autumn was soothed by the first snow. We finally have our own house and a real home. Time is like a blink of an eye. In this small earthen house, day after day, year after year, my wife changed from a "woman" to a "wife" and spent the tin wedding, porcelain wedding, pearl wedding and ruby soul with me hand in hand. On the road full of sunset glow and orange, we are approaching the golden wedding.

Which woman in the world doesn't like to wear it? Who doesn't? Who doesn't like to dress up to express themselves and attract the attention of the opposite sex? My wife doesn't like makeup. "Cream" has been with her ever since. She is a plain beauty, always refreshing, like a plate of shallots mixed with tofu, green is green, white is white, without a trace of noise. The wasted time did not make her face wither prematurely in late spring. In my eyes, she is still like a bright light. Following this lamp, I seldom sneak into the sewer.

The first time we met, she looked at me from a distance; When she was young, she loved me in her heart; She didn't abandon me when she was poor; She didn't abandon me when I was in trouble; When I am frustrated, she is with me; She watched over me by the bed when I was ill. As the saying goes, "The young couple are always together, and there is no alarm for a while", which sounds a bit tacky, but it is not easy to separate when they are old. My wife is heaven, my wife is earth, and my wife is my best lover and confidant. I am forgetful when I am old, only love remains the same!